The Art of Language

Even though I am not a native Texan, apparently I am raising little Texans.  Two funny stories. Since Jon and I got married, we've had this running argument about how you pronounce 'crayon'.  Being normal, I pronounce it cray-on.  Just like it's spelled.  Being from Texas, Jon pronounces it 'crown'.  I was preparing a lesson for church, and needed an crown for something.  I asked my kids to get it for me.  What did they come back with?  Crayons. Tonight, it was bath time and I told Emily to start washing herself while I did something else.  I came back to find that Emily had not started, so I grabbed the soap and started rubbing.  Emily looked at me indignantly and said "Hey, I was fixen' to do that."  I did a double take, and asked her where she learned to say 'fixen'.  (Because I promise it wasn't from me.)  She told me that a little boy in her class says it.  I just thought it was hilarious! So, I guess Jon was right.  When we got married, he said that because I was from Utah, and he was from Texas, our kids would be half Texan.  And they (of course) would marry more Texans, so their kids would be 3/4 Texan.  Then 7/8 Texan.  And pretty soon, we'll weed that Utah blood right out of there.  Wow, why do I suddenly feel like I'm in the Texas version of "My Big Fat Greek Wedding"?  Pretty soon, I'm going to have to paint a giant Texas flag on my garage and put up statues of Sam Houston and Troy Aikman in my front yard.  :-)